I speak the name of My god over you
inspite of sorrow,
doubted belief...
I'll nurture your virtue.
I speak these words of power- to renue;
In desperation, I may plead
The divine to restore you.
I speak these words, to petition the unknown;
omniscient or indifferent
I plead they lead you home.
I speak a poem that doesn't rhyme aloud
Reciting prayers,
still holding on
and on
and on.
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 7:21 AM UTC
I speak the name of My god over you
inspite of sorrow,
doubted belief...
I'll nurture your virtue.
I speak these words of power- to renue;
In desperation, I may plead
The divine to restore you.
I speak these words, to petition the unknown;
omniscient or indifferent
I plead they lead you home.
I speak a poem that doesn't rhyme aloud
Reciting prayers,
still holding on
and on
and on.
